Lately I've been thinking about how strange this world we live in have become.

I don't remember the times when it was any different, for me it has always been like this. All the same, but I've heard stories. My grandma used to tell me those different stories for bedtime, for me all of them were just tales. Later, when I was old enough to notice things, like the nostalgic look in my grandma's eyes when she told them or how mom would often sit right outside my room, secretly listening; I realized those weren't just stories. Those were memories and by narrating them over and over to me, it was her way of preserving them. A way to keep them alive.

She used to tell me how once, a long time ago, humans were the leading species on earth. We had our little world all build up, while the others were hiding in the shadows, because there wasn't a place for them in our big picture. But humans are strange beings. Instead of cherishing each other and ruling responsibly, in order to preserve our precedence in this world, we fought each other. We started massive wars, which brought poverty, famine, diseases, plague...and death. In not less than two decades the world's population was more then halved. Grandma said that was the exact moment when the really dark times started.

Driven by hatred and devastated by various disasters and infelicity, we didn't notice all sorts of things, who used to be afraid of us, felt our disadvantage and started crawling out of their dark nests. We couldn't resist them. Tired of the fights we already had among each other, we could do nothing but bend and let those creatures become part of our world. A world our ancestry so jealously denied them for centuries, but was now on their disposal. So, in time, country by country, continent by continent, they were soon everywhere. In every government, in every parliament; eventually they even made their own political party, which may sound strange now, but that was their way of showing us that they are here, right beside us. If not above.

Just to be clear, they are very smart, good looking, charming even; but that's all just part of their deception. The outer appearance is just a way of masking their inner deadly and wild nature. Grandma said that while she heard about them in history class or read in mythology book, she couldn't even think that such creatures exist. The vampires. Real walking and talking undead, doomed with eternal life of wondering through this world and feeding on humans. Not much of a life if you ask me, but they seem quite adjusted by now.

They were the disease we never thought could hit us. But it did and the only thing that's left to do is seize the damage as best as we can.

So that is the world we live in now. A really strange one, if you ask me.